"This... this is..."
"Holy shit! Ruins! There really are ruins!"
The players looked excited as they gazed at the spot where the Goblin had lingered.
In front of them spread a vast sea of flowers, stretching as far as the eye could see.
And amidst this floral expanse, dilapidated and ancient Elf buildings were scattered everywhere.
Undoubtedly, they had found a new Elf Ruin.
Although rundown, covered by wildflowers and vines, the ruins still faintly bore the glory of the past.
The stone carvings with exquisite patterns, the towering and majestic white stone structures, even when collapsed or weathered, still emitted a beautiful and enchanting aura.
Moreover, the ancient Elven architectural style, despite its ruinous state, added a depth and solemnity of time that made one feel an overwhelming sense of history.
This must have been an Elf City.
And judging by its scale, these ruins might rival the Holy City of Feilengcui and the Forging Capital Rivendell!
